Dwellers and Grazing Land
The Earth is groveled by her own soul.
With her skull welting on the sky, as all.
Affixes the omissions in her memory.
Together with people and greenery.
The grass lies behind shuck's pole.
In a casket placed of ivory, there is a soul.
Below the moon, earn merely terms of clay
Midmost of the arid desert, it holds sway.
That which dozes like a dead man.
Barrows covered by boulders pan
Throne room games with the guard.
In the moonlight, drunk and scared.
The last to fall bide the written word.
It's when the power starts to rise as a sword.
Down the thick integument of the subsoil.
The sky is about to become a little turmoil.
And the moan of the shrub eyelash.
The saddle on Grasshopper flash.
The comb of a bird of the wilderness.
Its rainbow side is drowsy and restless.
Then achromatic milk up to his shoulders.
As Adam leaves Eden and the field he enters
Relieving the bird as well as the stone.
The power to speak aloud and shone.
He redid himself as they tethered in bed.
Terms that lead your heart to skip dread.
And now he is in a state of madness.
Loving, like a soul, into the grass.
7TH PLACE WINNER
Written: April 20, 2022
Anything You Want - New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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